Jiangnan serenade

The moonlight melts, and the wind blows the leaves, making a pleasant rustling sound. Some people walk, some people listen to the rustling quietly, and there is an idyllic atmosphere, which reminds me of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" This is the night in Tinnan.

I like the night in Tingnan, because I can hear cicadas. Sounds like a song. When other cicadas heard Ding, it seemed that they were not busy enough. They also flew to the cicada and shouted with it, "Know J!" Suddenly, there was only one or two voices, and immediately it became a chorus. They give you a sentence, and I'll sing one by one. The sound is high and low.

I like the quiet night in Tinnan. In the silent night, you can hear the rustling of leaves, the slight wind and the chirping of cicadas. These mellow notes, fluttering with the wind, are sometimes light, sometimes heavy and tactful. These sounds fly to the empty towel like beads, and then splash to the ground and fall in everyone's heart.

Like a different serenade, the tune contains the voice of a common surname, as if singing: May the years be safe!